I Am God!

Disturbed, Abaddon sought out Moriana to ask for the outcome of the Prophecy.

As usual, Moriana performed a divination for the Black Legion's Warmaster.

But even Moriana herself couldn't believe the results of this divination.

"Moriana, what future does your divination reveal?"

"I'm not sure either, sir."

What do you mean you're not sure either?

Abaddon was a little confused by Moriana's answer.

"I'm not sure if what I'm seeing is correct."

"Are you out of your mind? With your abilities, how dare you say whether what you see in the future is accurate?"

Moriana paused for a few seconds.

She was refining her wording, but in the end she chose the most concise approach.

"That's certainly true, sir. I think I must be seeing things."

Boom!

Abaddon slammed his fist into the altar in front of Moriana.

"You're making a fool of the great the Despoiler!"

Tell me the result of your divination, right now!

After much deliberation, Moriana finally told Abaddon the results of the divination.

"My lord, I just saw that the Blood God will fall, and you will obtain his authority and inherit his position."

Silence. The entire space was filled with an endless silence.

"Moriana, do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?!"

"I didn't mean to tease you, sir, but this is the result the divination has foretold for me."

"Glory and justice Echo through the ages, responding to your call."

"The Blood God will die by his own hand, but his death will not mean the loss of the throne."

"You will receive the authority belonging to the Blood God and become a true god."

Moriana herself couldn't believe the results of the divination.

But the divination result was exactly as predicted.

Abaddon didn't say much, and he left Moriana's Palace.

He needs to calm down now.

Back in his Palace, he looked at the demonic sword that had always been there.

Looking at the demonic sword lying there, and at the Talon of Horus in his own hand.

Abaddon thought of the old days.

At that time, he belonged to the Luna Wolves; later, he belonged to the Sons of Horus.

At that time, he was still on Great Crusade.

Then came the father's desire to save humanity from the False Emperor's conspiracy; it was a great war.

In the very end.

Abaddon glanced again at the Talon of Horus in his hand.

As the eldest son of the Wolf of Fenris, he inherited his weapons, his warships, and his Legion.

However, Abaddon always knew that there was a gap between him and the Primarch, a gap that was innate.

Regardless, Space Marine is Space Marine, while the Primarch is Demigod.

Although he had once defeated his father, he knew that it was just Clone.

Moreover, his initial victory was not honorable.

But now the situation seems to be a little different.

He had never imagined he would become a god.

This was an outcome that Abaddon had never considered, and one that Abaddon dared not even imagine.

Abaddon just stood there in the Palace, stunned, for a long while.

Then he started laughing wildly.

It's clear he has accepted the Prophecy's outcome, and he has begun to take on the role.

"Haha! Becoming a god! That's far stronger than being Demigod in Warp!"

"I, Abaddon the Despoiler, master of the Black Legion, am indeed the protagonist of this era!"

"The Warp will bless me, and I will ascend to godhood!"

I am God!

Abaddon was already imagining the boundless glory he would receive upon ascending to godhood.

He also imagined himself leading his Legion to achieve countless feats after ascending to godhood.

He could imagine that at that time he could openly declare that the era of the Primarch had ended.

The era of False Emperors has come to an end!

Under the guidance of the new god, the Black Legion will achieve countless victories.

Everyone will know that Khorne is a coward and Tzeentch is a stupid bastard.

Only he, Abaddon the Despoiler, is the eternal protagonist of this era.

After he ascended to godhood, the following eras and all subsequent eras...

They will only have one name.

Abaddon the Despoiler!

This is fate's choice; no one can change it!

On the other side of the Warp, in the Labyrinth that Tzeentch had repaired countless times.

He also saw this absurd future.

"How is that possible?"

Tzeentch couldn't understand what was going on.

Logically speaking, even if someone were to inherit the position of the Blood God...

At the very least, he should be a Primarch.

Primarch are essentially Lesser Gods of the Warp; their succession to divine positions signifies their own evolution.

But what are Space Marines?

These were merely tools of war produced by the Accursed to expand the territory of the Imperium of Man.

It's still the kind of tool that you can use and discard after use.

In the eyes of the Chaos Gods, the Space Marines were utterly insignificant.

Now, fate has unexpectedly told him that a clown who can't even be considered a god will become one.

"It seems this world has truly gone mad."

After hearing his complaint, he set off to find Khorne.

Perhaps the destiny that revealed Abaddon to become a god was nothing but Phantoms, nothing but a fleeting imagination.

But Khorne's death was now a foregone conclusion.

During the War of the Webway, all Four Gods of the Warp saw that thing.

Another Blood God has fully accepted and integrated with the Positive Authority.

Or to be more precise, the opponent was a God of War.

Since Khorne's death is a foregone conclusion, the Warp after Khorne's death needs to be redesigned.

Moreover, this is in order to deal with the consequences of the Dark King being burned to ashes.

They have united all the forces of the entire Warp energy union.

If the death of the Blood God has completely shaken the foundation of the Allied Forces.

Then they won't need to fight anymore; they'll just be a disorganized mess.

Several other Warp Gods shared the same idea as Tzeentch.

When he arrived at Khorne's Brass Throne, everyone else was already there.

"Lord of Changes, did you come here specifically to tell me of my death?"

"It was fate, Blood God. In that war, you truly saw him and fought him."

"This is a hopeless situation."

"Fated Death? I never imagined that my Fated Death would happen to me."

Khorne never imagined that his end would come from outside the world.

"Now that you're all here, let's talk about what's to come next."

"Aren't you afraid?" Nurgle asked.

"I am a god, and gods are not afraid. Besides, I want to test who is stronger, the current me or the former me."

Tzeentch nodded as he listened to the other man's words, but the information he revealed next Khorne.

"After your death, most of your authority will be inherited by Abaddon."

"What? Who are you talking about?"

"Sons of Horus, Abaddon the Despoiler, he will inherit your authority and ascend to your divine throne."

"Him? He doesn't deserve it!"

The news that Abaddon would inherit his divine position was far more devastating to the Blood God than the news that he himself would die.

"Fate has revealed this answer, Blood God, and we are powerless to change it."

"Maybe I should kill him now."

"How can you be so sure that by attacking him, you weren't setting the stage for fate?"

"Let us not forget the lessons of the Aeldari."

Upon hearing the Aeldari's cautionary tale, Khorne glanced at Slaanesh on the other side.

This is indeed a cautionary tale for the Aeldari, a living example.

"Don't look at me. Although your demise is already bad news, I have even worse news to bring."

What is it?

"In the war between humans and the Tyranids, humans lost."

"Dark Prince, you are not suited to lying," Tzeentch said.

It was obvious to everyone that the Imperium of Man had won a resounding victory.

"That's not the case. The Lord of Changes, the Chancellor of that Imperium of Man, has appeared."

"It has gradually blinded you, preventing you from seeing the truth."